by Lady Lissa
“I wasn’t finished.” She says sounding disappointed. I didn’t say anything as I kiss her deeply and insert my semi-hard dick into her again. It doesn’t take long before it is hard again and she’s bouncing up and down my shit like a pogo stick.
“That’s what you wanted?” I ask her as I pound her out.
What she needs to understand is that I’ve been locked up for three fuckin’ years. Even though a couple of those female guards were offering me the pussy, I turned that shit down because I really love Vanity. So the whole time I was in there, I was jacking off to the pictures I had of her in her bikini, tank tops and shorts, basically every picture that my baby was in. So that first nut came quick as fuck, but I bet the next one won’t.
“Oooohhhh, that feels so good! I love you Rico!” She moans in my ear as I’m banging her pussy up.
“I love you too, baby.”
I feel her squeezing me tightly as her pussy begins to contract on my dick. Her body shivers as she cums on my dick but that doesn’t slow me down and I continue to tear that shit up.
Soon I feel my own dick begin to constrict and I know my nut is building and rising to the surface. I pull my dick out and let it stream down the drain again, while kissing my baby. I slowly put her down on the tub floor and she leans against me for support.
“I’m trying to give you a chance to wash your ass before I tear it up again. But if you keep leaning on me like that, I’ma have to handle that ass right here, right now.” I laugh as I kiss her forehead as she moves away from me slowly.
“Let me shower first baby. Then you can have it all night.”
“You think yo ass is slick or something?”
“What are you talking about?” She asks as she eyes me curiously.
“The night is almost over so how can I have it all night long?” I ask with a smirk on my face.
“Well, you can have it all day long then.” She says as she lathers her body up with that vanilla soap shit. That shit smells good as fuck, so you know I’m fixing to fuck that pussy some more. And I’m gonna taste it too because I know damned well her juices are still sweet.
I watch her and she watches me as we clean ourselves up for rounds two, three, four, and five. I’m telling y’all, I can go all day long. When a nigga has been deprived of pussy for so many years, he’s ready to tear it up like never before. I can’t wait to make this woman my wife. It’s so hard to find a good woman. But to find a woman who will hold it down for you until you get out a jail is some rare shit. I feel like Vanity is my girl for life since she basically did my bid with me.
Regardless of how long I been gone, she still stayed true to a nigga. When you find a woman like this, you better keep her. What other woman gonna continue to love and wait for a nigga like she did? She’s definitely wife material when she can hold out the pussy from other niggas until her nigga comes home. Yea, I’ma wife this one right here. I got mad respect for any woman or man that can wait for a loved one that is locked up. But right now, I’m about to dry my baby off and get some more of that good pussy that’s been sealed up in that cookie jar for three years. I’m sure she is enjoying this relief as much, if not more than I am.
Chapter Three
Vega
As soon as we pull up to the gas station, I park the car and I’m about to hop out but I stop to see if Cruz wants me to bring her something. Her ass been acting funny since we left Puerto Rico. I don’t know what the hell her problem is, but I’m about ready to break her gotdamn neck. I ask her does she want anything and she crosses her arms, and looks out the window like she doesn’t hear me. It takes everything in me not to reach over there and snatch her little spoiled ass out of the car. Instead of putting my hands on her, I slam the door and go into the store.
My head is killing me and I don’t think I have anything at the house for a headache. I go straight to the counter and ask for some Tylenol. I grab some gum and a swisher while I’m here. I pull out a twenty dollar bill to pay for my stuff, when some perfume invades my nostrils. I turn around quickly to see who’s behind me. A pretty brown skinned chick stands there watching me. I look her up and down and turn back around. She’s cute, but she ain’t Cruz. I grab my stuff and accidentally drop my swisher on the floor. She bends down to grab it before I can.
“Here you go, handsome.”
“Appreciate that.” I take it from her hand and walk out. Cruz is already on some bullshit. I don’t need her thinking I’m talking to some random hoe in the store, and have her really flip out on my ass. When I get in the car, I hand her my bag and she pushes it out her lap making it fall on the floor.
“The fuck is your problem yo?”
She turned and gave me one of the evilest looks I’ve ever seen. “You’re my muthafucking problem.”
“Cruz, I’m done arguing with your ass. If you got something on your mind then speak on the shit.”
I reach between her legs and grab my pills from the floor. My arm brushes against her thigh and in that instant I’m tired of arguing. I’m tired and all I want to do is be close to her stubborn ass. I sigh loudly, as I back out of the parking lot. I hold the steering wheel with one hand and place the other on her thigh. She jumps but doesn’t move. Maybe she’s feeling the same way I am.
“Tell me what’s on your mind, mami. Don’t be like this.”
She doesn’t say anything, she just turns her head from me and looks out of the front window. The leg I’m holding starts to bounce. I know now that something is seriously wrong. The only time she bounces her leg is when she’s stressed or really angry. I rack my brain trying to think of something I could have done, and I can’t think of shit. She was fine when I picked her up from the salon. She didn’t seem too mad about me not letting her tell Vanity about Rico, so I don’t know what the hell her problem is.
“Talk to me Cruz, please.” Hopefully she can hear the desperation in my voice because I sure as hell can.
She’s silent for the rest of the ride home. She doesn’t say anything. Not when we park, not when we enter the house, not even when she goes into the bathroom to take a shower. I sit on the edge of my bed wondering, should I keep trying or give her some space. The man in me wants to let her ass stay mad, but my heart ain’t hearing that shit. Cruz is my world, shits not going to be right unless I’m good with her. I strip down and enter the bathroom with her.
I’m actually surprised to see that the door is unlocked. When I walk in, I can see her balled up in the corner of the shower on the floor. Her knees are pulled up to her chest and her head is resting against the wall. When I open the shower door, she looks at me for a minute before closing her eyes. I take a seat on the bench that’s built into the wall and look down at her. I can hear her sniffing. Damn.
“Baby, please tell me what I did.” I rub my hand across her back.
“You lied to me. We don’t lie to each other. We’ve never done it before, but now I don’t know about you anymore.”
I’m confused as shit right now. “Lied? What did I lie about?”
She looks at me and I can finally see the hurt. Her eyes are red and wet, from tears and shower water. Her hair is getting damp but it doesn’t look like she gives a fuck right now. “You told me I was the only woman in your life. But you lied, I’m not.”
Okay, I’m really confused now. “What? Yes, you are. I never lied about that. You are the only woman. I’m not cheating on you Cruz. Where did you get that shit?”
“Just don’t even worry about it. I’m good.” Cruz stands from the floor and begins to shower like it’s no big deal.
After releasing a deep sigh, I sit back further against the wall and run my hands over my face. Whenever Cruz and I are mad at each other, my shit be all off. My attitude is fucked up, and I can hardly concentrate on work. I do not need this shit right now. On top of me trying to find out what’s popping with these niggas stealing my guns, I have to get my cuz back on the map. My boy fresh out and I know after he gets done laying up with Vanity, he’s about
to be ready to hit the block hard. I need to be on my shit if I’m about to be riding with this nigga. I ain’t gon’ lie, I’m a thorough ass dude, but Rico is the fucking truth. Everything I learned I got it from his ass. Ain’t no half stepping when dealing with him. I have to make this shit right. Cruz is in front of me ass naked with an attitude, so I’m about to go for what I know.
Dick don’t fail me now. I stand up and put my hands on both sides of her waist. I pull her to me and she relaxes against my chest. If I don’t know nothing else, I know my shorty can’t resist my touch. It’s been this way since we first met. Anytime I touch her, her body relaxes. My touch commands her soul. My existence is the reason behind her heart beat, and I know this shit because it’s the same way she makes me feel. Cruz being by my side makes my oxygen flow. Knowing she belongs to me and is down to ride ‘til the end, pushes me to be the man I am. I have to fix this.
“Let me make you feel better. Can I do that?”
She doesn’t say anything she just holds her head down. I can hear her sniffles again.
“Can I do that Cruz? Can daddy make it all better?”
She nods her head and I spin her around to face me. She doesn’t look up, so I pull her face up so that I can see her eyes. She looks away as I lean down and place kisses on both of her wet eyelids.
“Look at me.”
Her ass may be mad but she knows to do what I say. She’s looking at me with those pretty blue eyes. I can see love, anger, pain, and wonderment just looking at her. All of these emotions flooding out. Waiting, waiting for me to take it all away. I make no moves. I just stand there holding her, looking at her, trying to see her soul. Pleading with my eyes for her to believe me. Believe me when I tell her she’s the only woman in this whole wide world to make me feel this way. The only woman that will ever make me feel this way.
Not a lot of people know this, probably not even Cruz. She’s my first true love. I’ve been with a plethora of bitches but they’ve never had me like she has me. I had a few serious relationships in the past because that’s how I am. I’m a relationship type of man, but not even they touched the places in my heart that Cruz has.
“I don’t know what you’ve been told. But this right here,” I motion my finger between me and her. “This is real. We’re solid. I didn’t lie to you, never have, never will.”
I lean down and kiss her chest where her heart is. When I stand up, I look back at her face. She’s still crying.
“I’m not perfect Cruz, but I try to be for you. This can only be as good as we make it mami. If I hurt you sometimes, it’s not on purpose. We have to make this work baby. We just have to.”
When she covers her face with her hands and really starts to cry, I feel like shit. I don’t have the slightest idea what has made her think I’m cheating but I’ma make sure she knows it’s a lie. I grab her small body and hold her in the air in front of me. Instinctively she wraps those long pretty legs around my waist bringing our bodies together. She circles her arms around my neck and rests her head on my shoulder. I reach down and put my dick to her opening and she slides down onto me.
“Sssssss, um baby.” I groan.
I walk forward and press her back against the wall and push deeper inside. The feeling that I get from this girl is nothing short of euphoric. It’s crazy how welcoming her pussy is. The head of my dick is tingling as it rubs against the soft warmness of the inside of her body. I begin to move in and out slowly, savoring the feeling. Her moans in my ear is fueling my grind. The sound of her crying mixed with her sexual pleasure is one to write home about.
“Oh Vega, I love you. I love you…I…love...you,” She whispers to me.
I turn my head and kiss the side of her neck. “I love you too baby. Only you.”
The hot water from this shower is starting to drain my energy, so I flip the knob to turn it off. I push the door open and step out with us still connected. Cruz squeezes closer to me as the cool with air brushes against her skin. I wrap my arm tighter around her.
“Daddy got you.”
I rub her arm trying to massage the goosebumps from her skin as she shivered. Trying to balance her on my dick while taking a knee of the floor is challenging, and I almost slip out, but she locks her legs around my waist keeping us together. I lay her on the rug and as soon as she looks comfortable, I dig deeper. I’m trying to touch her soul with my strokes. Hitting her stomach with every thrust. She might have been taking it like a soldier at first, but now that I’m beating this pussy up, her ass is scooting all around the rug.
She’s scooting back and scratching my damn back like a lunatic. This only makes me go harder. I’m punishing her ass now and she’s screaming to the top of her lungs, until she just stops. Her entire body is tensing up, and I already know what’s about to happen. I slide out once more and plunge deep inside and hold it there.
“Ahhhhh Vega, Vega, Vegaaaaaaaa.”
“That’s right mami.”
I try to hold my nut in a little longer but I can’t and my shit fires off inside of Cruz. She’s rubbing my back and breathing hard on my chest. I wait before pulling out, I try to give myself a minute to get my breathing together. I’m caught off guard when she pushes me off of her. I look down at her with my eyebrows scrunched together.
“The fuck you pushing me for?”
“Because I want you to get off me.”
“Well your ass better wait.” She just pissed me off with that shit. Here I am fucking her all good and shit and she still has a fuckin’ attitude. Well if she don’t wanna touch me, I don’t wanna touch her ass either. I pull out and walk straight into the bathroom. I didn’t even try to help her ass off the floor. I wash my dick off and walk back into my bedroom. I flip the light off, turn the fan on and get right into the bed. Fuck helping her ass up. I hope the fan freezes her stubborn ass. I hear her getting off the floor, but I don’t even look her way. She want to be mad, then fuck it. Let her be mad.
Chapter Four
Cruz
“So I guess you ain’t mad no more?” Vega’s voice sounded throughout the kitchen.
I look over my shoulder quickly so I can see him and turn back around to the stove. I flip the pancake over, take it out of the frying pan before throwing the pan in the sink. I fix my plate and sit it on the counter so I can fix me some juice. When I turn around, I’ll be damned if this half breed muthafucka ain’t eating my damn food. I mean his ass has a fork full of eggs and is about to put it in his mouth, but hell no, I snatch that shit.
“Give me my fucking food. This ain’t yours.”
Eggs and pancakes spill on the counter and out of his mouth.
“Damn Cruz, stop fucking playing.”
“I’m not playing. This is my food. Not yours.”
Vega looks behind me and surveys the counters. “Well where mine at?”
I laugh and take a seat on the barstool next to him. I say my grace and proceed to dig in my food. It tastes so good. I don’t know if it’s because I’m hungry or because I know I didn’t make his ass none. I’m still pissed about that shit with the hoe at the airport. If he think he finna give me some dick and I’ma be happy, then he got another thing coming. Fuck no! He gone tell me the truth about this little hoe or his ass is staying in the dog house.
I know I may sound stupid for not leaving him, but I don’t care. I ain’t never leaving this nigga. Vega is mine forever, and when I say forever, I mean forever and a gotdamn day. This nigga treats me better than any other man I’ve been with. This damn boy worships the ground I walk on. I’d be a fool to walk away because a bitch say she’s pregnant. Tuh! Got me fucked up. We gon’ swab that lil’ bastard the moment he drops out of her little Puerto Rican ass.
If it’s Vega’s then he will see about it, but if it ain’t her ass is catching these hands off the rip. I don’t tolerate disrespect and calling me a blue eyed bitch, then telling me you carrying my nigga’s child, ultimate sign of disrespect. Ass whooping.com. Bitch probably think I’ma leave him ju
st so she can have him. Oh hell to the no. I will not. Fuck I look like making it easier for her to have him. If she wants my man, she’s going to have to go through me first. She won’t get Vega Santos without catching a good project chick beat down. I’ve invested too much time into him, and I’m not letting what I’ve worked for slide away.
The way Vega loves is like something I’ve never seen before. His love and actions are so genuine. If there’s anything he can do to make me happy, he does it. When I’m mad his whole demeanor changes. He tries to act like I don’t notice, but I do. I’m his woman. The girl him. Our hearts beat for each other. So of course I can tell when something’s not right. That’s what bothers me the most about this little pregnancy. He and I are so in sync with each other, I would have been able to tell if he’d done some dirt. Or would I? Is he that good of a liar?
“I know your bony ass hear me talking to you.”
Uggh! I hate when he says that.
“Yeah nigga I hear you. I didn’t fix you nothing. Go ask your baby mama to make you some food.”
That nigga walks up on me and pops me in the back of my head. Not hard, but hard enough for me to drop the food off my fork. I try to muffle my laugh. “Stop playing Vega dang. I’m trying to eat.”
“Nah. Say that stupid shit again girl.”
“Oh I will. Just wait on it my nigga.” I finally let out a laugh. I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Vega being mad is always funny to me because he don’t know how to be. Not with me at least. He tries to put on his mean face but he knows, that doesn’t affect me one way or the other.
“And when you do, get ready to pull my foot out your ass.”
“Vega, I’m not Rod, Turk, or none of them other lil’ niggas. I ain’t scared of your ass.”
Vega leans down so close to me I can feel his nose on the side of face. “You not scared Cruz?”
“Hell nah I ain’t scared.” I stuff a fork full of food in my mouth and roll my eyes for emphasis.